Friday, July 24, 2009

On Fate and Destiny

A friend on facebook inspired me to write this poem:

What is destiny if one cannot see,
Contemplating fate is a malady,
What lies ahead waiting for thee,
Fate, but an uncooked recipe,

It’s hard to describe what we cannot see,
All I know is, I wonder about me,
Ignoring the pains, of uncertainty,
What is the will but an etched out plate,
How we write it, I think is called fate,

Is it a journey or just another race,
With no understanding of what to embrace,
Do we tailor our fate,
Or our fate, our destiny,

Caring for what we do,
If we’re good, then our fate will be too,
Fate does not choose what it presents to you,
But it’s what we do that sees us thru,

Or fate is only kind to a chosen few,
A fate worse than death,
For being bad; that’s what we get,

I’ve been there and back,
So I know the facts,
Take my advice,
Live life right,

Just do onto others, what you want done to you,
And that my friend's how, your fate seethes thru,
And therefore becomes your destiny too..